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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS STORY.
Just this story. Enjoy!
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Namine sighed in pleasure as a jet of warm water hit her bare back. She didn't dilly-dally in the shower, though, immediately grabbing the shampoo bottle.
She had become fast friends with Sora and Xion, both of whom seemed to be genetically dispensed to being welcoming. As such she had protested when Xion offered to let her shower first.
"But you're my senior at this school!" Namine argued.
That was before Xion told her just how early warm water was cut off.
It would have been rude to leave Xion without the chance to shower, and the artist already felt awkward showering before her roommate. As such Namine stepped out of the small glass cage after a mere four minutes.
"Xion!" she called. "Done!"
"Fast," the brunette girl replied in surprise. "Can I come in?"
"I'm naked!"
"I'm a girl too, you know."
"But—"
The door creaked open. Namine shrieked and wrapped her towel around herself in an attempt to retain her modesty.
"Namine, trust me when I tell you this," Xion remarked. "One of these days I'm gonna barge in for some reason, and it's better to get used to being naked in front of your roommate anyways."
"Fine," Namine mumbled. She quickly dried off, Xion watching her the whole time.
The brunette nodded approvingly. "Nice body," she observed. "A lot of people are gonna be very interested in you, girl."
"That sounded kind of creepy…"
Xion just laughed.
While her roommate showered, Namine booted up their room's PC. The blonde took a moment to study her reflection in the mirrored obsidian screen.
Waist-length blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face. Almond-shaped ice blue eyes neighbored a long, slim nose. Full lips were set just above a small chin.
Namine had gotten most of her features from her mother, and in the daughter's opinion a lot of people's faces resembled hers. So what was so beautiful about her anyways?
The computer finished starting and brought up the account screen.
"Xion, what's the password?"
"There isn't one!"
"That's not really safe," Namine muttered to herself, double clicking the Firefox browser.
To her disappointment Youtube was blocked, but at least deviantArt wasn't.
As the artist explored the website in search of an inspiration for her next drawing, she became aware that the constant rushing noise of the shower had stopped.
Namine turned her head to see Xion, in nothing more than a loosely tied bathrobe, approximately six inches away.
The blonde felt her face turn warm.
"What's wrong?" Xion asked in a coy voice. "A bit hot?"
"Yes—I mean no! I mean…" Namine's voice trailed off as Xion leaned in even closer. Her eyes widened as a hand slipped the shoulder of her shirt down her arm.
"Why don't I…cool you off a bit?" the brunette said seductively. Her lips were now a hair's-breadth from Namine's bare shoulder.
"Bu-but-bu-but—" the flustered blonde stammered. Crimson heat crept up from her neck to her forehead.
Xion was suddenly on the floor, clutching her stomach, laughing so hard tears were leaking out from between compressed eyelids.
"Oh my god—you were like—so red—and you—oh my god!" Xion gasped between cackles. "I am bisexual, but…Jesus! You just got punked so hard!"
For the first time in her sixteen winters of life, Namine Miyamoto gave somebody the death glare.
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School began on September 1st, which was on Wednesday, so Namine, Xion, and Sora had one more day of freedom.
Bored out of their minds, the trio was exploring the grounds.
"Wait," Namine said. "I want to sketch that tower right there." She pointed at a massive edifice off in the distance.
"That's the clock tower, if you didn't know," Xion explained. "Me and Sora used to go up there and eat ice cream."
"Used to! Now you never spend time with me!" Sora declared with an indignant expression. "It's always Axel this, Axel that! I know you want to screw him and all, but sheesh!"
Xion turned beet red. "I do not!" she shouted, lunging at Sora and putting him into a headlock.
The blonde chose to ignore the bickering siblings and looked around for someplace to sit. Finding none, she chose to simply sit down on the ground.
The artist began with broad but light strokes, constructing the general shape of the clock tower.
"Namine! Help!" Sora choked. "Can't…breathe…"
Namine looked up from her sketchbook to see Xion strangling her brother, who was now turning indigo.
The blonde immediately ran up to the enraged girl and pried adamant fingers one by one off of Sora's bruised throat. She had to restrain Xion while he pathetically crawled away on all fours.
"Anger management, Xion," Namine murmured. "Please?"
"I'll kill you for that, Sora!" Xion shrieked. "Let go of me!"
The boy managed to get to his feet and began sprinting away.
Then he did something unimaginably idiotic: he stuck his tongue out tauntingly at his sister.
With a roar of fury, Xion broke free and charged down the corridor after him.
"Xion, wait!" Namine shouted. She winced, hoping that Sora wouldn't be too badly hurt.
The artist knew she'd never be able to catch either of the feuding siblings, so she decided to continue the drawing.
But as her pencil twirled and danced over the paper like a ballerina, Namine slowly became aware of a presence behind her.
She jumped, nearly dropping her sketchbook, when she heard the piercing whistle.
She looked around to see a tall boy behind her. His blue beanie hid his hair, and the sleeves of his school jacket were cut off to emphasize the bulging muscles in his arms.
"H-h-h-h-hi," Namine stuttered. She willed her racing heart to slow down.
"Hey," the boy grinned. "I'm Seifer. Who're you, beautiful?"
Seifer took a step closer and Namine took one back. She didn't like the tone in his voice when he called her "beautiful". Sora had done so as well, but the friendly brunette's tone had been half-joking then.
"Oh, I wouldn't call myself beautiful," the blonde murmured. She overrode her fear to stare him in the eye.
Seifer easily saw through her attempt at getting him to leave. When she turned to leave he grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go," Namine said icily, emphasizing each monosyllable. She tried to disentangle her fingers from his, to no avail.
"I don't think so," Seifer replied in an equally frigid tone. "Now…what's your name?"
"Why do you want to know?" she retorted.
Seifer slammed her against the wall so fast she had no time to react.
"Because," he smiled again. This time the smile had no façade of friendliness, only its true form of lust.
Namine struggled against Seifer's iron grasp, writhing in an attempt to free her pinned forearms.
Her wrists were suddenly clamped together over her head by one of his hands. The other hand slowly caressed her side.
"Release me!" Namine growled.
"Or what?" Seifer asked. He triumphantly smirked and leaned in. "There's no one else here, after all."
"Except me."
Seifer whipped around, and both he and Namine's eyes widened as they saw who had spoken.
Roxas perched on the open-air window, hands resting on his knees. With an easy leap he landed, crouching on the balls of his feet, not three feet from the two.
"My, my," he sighed, theatrically brushing nonexistent dust off of his jacket. "When a girl says no, Almasy, she means it. Do I have to teach you that again?"
"Back off, Takahashi!" Seifer snarled. He jerked his hand forward, pulling Namine forward. She gasped in pain as her wrists ground together. "This is between me and the new girl!"
"New girl," Roxas said coolly. "Did you want Seifer to do this to you?"
"Hell, no," Namine spat. She glowered at Seifer.
The blond parkourist turned back to the other boy. "Well, Seifer," Roxas drawled, "She doesn't want you. So why don't you back off before somebody gets hurt?"
Siefer let go of Namine's wrists and lunged at Roxas. The parkourist effortlessly evaded the clumsy attack, hooking the back of Seifer's collar and using his opponent's own momentum to force him towards the window.
Roxas held Seifer over the edge, with one finger barely preventing the latter from falling. Seifer dipped forward and was treated to a spectacular view of the ground and the intervening fifty feet of thin air.
"Okay, okay!" Seifer finally yelled. "I give up! I'm sorry!"
"Really?" Roxas yawned. "I mean, I daresay Namine here wouldn't be that quick to forgive…"
The girl rushed forward and heaved on Seifer's collar, straining to pull him back. "I wouldn't," she shouted. "But I wouldn't appreciate it if somebody died either!"
Somewhat reluctantly, Roxas pulled Seifer back into the building. "No sneaky punches, okay?" Roxas warned. "Or I won't show mercy the next time."
Seifer took a moment to glare at both of them before fleeing.
"You okay?" the parkourist quietly asked. "You look a bit shaky."
Namine realized that she was indeed a bit unsteady on her feet. She sat down, the lower altitude quickly clearing her head.
After a moment the parkourist made to exit, but Namine grabbed his hand, tugging him towards her.
"Don't go," she whispered. She raced to find an excuse at his confused face. "I mean…what if he comes back?"
Roxas's face split into a dazzling smile. "Don't worry about that," he assured. "He's not going anywhere near you anytime soon. I'll make sure of it."
"Thank you," Namine smiled back. She clutched at the parkourist's arm like a teddy bear, rocking back and forth and slowly dozing off.
She never noticed Roxas's surprised expression morphing into a massive blush as she did so.
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"OW!" Sora complained as Namine dabbed ointment on the scrape.
"Hold still," she soothed. "This'll be quick, I promise."
The artist applied a bandage to Sora's last injury before helping him to his feet.
Xion sat on her bed, arms folded. She scowled at her brother.
"Unless you want this to happen again," she snarled. "DON'T bring up Axel!"
Sora backed away fearfully. "Please don't hurt me," he pleaded.
"Yeah, your pretty face is all you have," Roxas smirked. He was leaning in the corner, arms crossed like Xion.
The brunette glared at the parkourist. "Shut up!" he yelled hotly. "You're not too different!"
The blond just laughed. "So says a desperate boy," he mocked.
"Roxas!" Namine scolded. "Can't you see he's hurt?"
Sora was, in fact, near tears. Seconds later he burst into hysterics and ran out of the room.
"!"
His scream echoed down the hallway. Namine stared at the door he had smashed through, stunned, before menacingly turning back to Roxas.
"You…" she snarled.
The parkourist wisely chose to flee like Sora had.
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I think the last part was a bit random. Unfortunately I thought up of the perfect scene in biology class—and then forgot it. ARGH!
Has that ever happened to you?